You take the hefty sack of coins you looted from the Grey Elf and find the nearest tavern. A few of the patrons attempt to flirt with you, but you ignore them in your hunger and thirst and thoughts of Utin. Paying with a single silver coin, you slip into the night.
Finding in the plaza, far away from a crowd of homeless beggars congregated around an open flame, you begin to seek wisdom from the Star-Ghost. You feel His gaze in the heavens, and soon His cold, distant voice resonates within your spirit.
"Yes, Star-Child?" he asks. His voice is comforting. You beseech him as to the nature of Earth and Water.
"Venus, child, is the symbol of the resolute, of those so unflinching in their visions that they will never relinquish their grip on them." For a moment, a clenched fist bursts in your vision, then fades. "Mercury, the cold, deep sphere, is that of the waiter, the thinker."